This is a song about "Hateful love"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Mixed with pain, anger, and hateful rage, the essence of youth,

Baby, you're an angel

I quit, i will turn hateful

I feel my work ain't enough

// [bitch you get (no love)]

You better choose between your hand and hateful disposition.

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Baby if you want my love

Is you big enough

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

Love rapping love sneakers above those

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Yet the things that i love

It's just textbook stuff